I shifted onto my side, so as to profile the curves of my hips, as the sun cascaded it's flowing glow across my naked, almond/cocoa cheeks. Whether a ...ingle wanderer, or a group of sex starved, bikers, they would havea full and unrestricted view of the submissive offering left,obviously, for their entertainment and amusement. Admittedly, i was a bit nervous, and yearned to slither away, but i forced myself to not only remain there, but to roll myminimal clothing into a ball and hurl it further. Slowly the stranger forced the head of his cock into her virgin asshole asJenny moaned and her tears began to flow, the now stopped as he had come upagainst a blockage. ?She got something up her ass?? he shouted to Tom, ?Yeah,her thong? Tom replied, Jenny heard the man chuckle just before he thrust intoher again. She was forced a few inches forward on the pallet and the intensepain in her ass was joined by several more sharp pains in her tits as theywere dragged across the rough wood. To Jenny. Russ was an associate professor when I was in grad school. We had a short, intense, erotic fling. That was a dozen years ago, and his email came from his dot edu address -- he was still in academia, and I’d bet he was still trying to seduce every female PhD candidate on campus. It didn’t take a leap of imagination to conclude his seduction interests reached byond grad students.He obviously Googled me and it wouldn’t have taken too many mouse clicks to discover both my academic affiliations but. Eileen being a wiz with Photoshop had hidden all the strap parts of the pictures, absolutely amazing. Rachel returned and seeing the picture I was looking at said that my pictures would be edited in a similar way.It wasn't long before Eileen returned with her iPad and said she guessed I would be keen to see the last lot of pictures. In every one I could see me with a big stiff cock and wished that my Jean could see them. They thanked me for being such a good model and said that at some future.